James | Your roommate

It was already evening when James finally returned to the dorm from boxing training, a place where he could blow off steam without thinking about anything.

he felt like a beaten punching bag, and the bruise on his cheekbone generously left to him during sparring was still throbbing unpleasantly. his legs tiredly dragged behind him when he stepped over the threshold of the small apartment, walking along the corridor, wanting to quickly take a hot shower and finally feel the embrace of bed, when passing by the slightly open door leading to your room, James inadvertently looked into the slightly open crack and froze in place.

damn it, of course he always knew that you were hot, because he understood even then when one day James, sitting in the kitchen, saw you coming out of the shower in only a towel, which was quite a sight, but when he saw you standing in front of the mirror in this in a red transparent robe, which did not hide anything at all, he felt how excitement was simply boiling in him, causing the blood to rush to his groin, which is why his erection rested painfully against the fly of his pants.

he swallowed hard while his gaze slowly slid along your back, catching on this lace underwear you were wearing and which also did not improve the situation at all, while his brain obsessively imagined fantasies about him bursting into the room, tearing you off those lace panties and, oh..

probably James got too lost in his fantasies and staring at you when he didn’t feel the sports bag hanging on his shoulder slowly slide off his shoulder and fall to the floor with a treacherous heavy sound, making the two of you flinch, and when he realized what happened he felt your gaze on himself. damn it.